2 “May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,
For your expressions of affection are better than wine.+
Your name is like a fragrant oil poured out.+
That is why the young women love you.
The king has brought me into his interior rooms!
Let us be joyful and rejoice in you.
Let us praise* your expressions of affection more than wine.
Rightly they* love you.
6 Do not stare at me because I am swarthy,
Because the sun has gazed upon me.
The sons of my mother were angry with me;
They appointed me the keeper of the vineyards,
But my own vineyard I did not keep.
Where you pasture your flock,+
Where you have them lie down at midday.
Why should I be like a woman wrapped in a veil*
Among the flocks of your companions?”
8 “If you do not know, O most beautiful of women,
Go follow the tracks of the flock
And pasture your young goats next to the tents of the shepherds.”
15 “Look! You are beautiful, my beloved.
Look! You are beautiful. Your eyes are those of doves.”+
Our bed is among the foliage.